Neurolink System in the Modern World

"This is not good," I muttered to myself as I quickly saved all the women and some young men whom I deemed deserving of not dying.

Of course ,I didn't have any qualms about letting the criminals die, as I couldn't care less about them. In fact, they seemed like the perfect source of skill points for me.

And It's also true that I did not save everyone, but instead of saying that I let dozens die, it would be more appropriate to say that I saved 10 people. I didn't have any obligations to save them, but I still did, so that should balance out my karma.

In a way, I should be considered a good person because now 10 people get to live their lives because of me. They can go back to their families and loved ones.

How many people can say they were able to save that many people from dying? I'm pretty sure I'm among the 0.0000001% of the population in the world who have saved more lives than they have fingers.

And what's more impressive  is the fact that they were sure to die, but I was able to save them. With this kind of nerve-type virus, not even the greatest doctor would be able to save them. I should get a Nobel Prize for this.

"I'm such a charitable person," I chuckled to myself.

But joking aside what is my true reason for saving them?

Well, it would be too suspicious if I were the only man to survive in this group. So, I devised a plan to save at least 10 people to make it seem like we had some kind of immunity to this virus. This way, I hoped to avoid suspicion.

But I'm still filled with questions about this particular incident.

'I'm pretty sure most of them did not come into contact with the first victims, so how did it infect everyone? Is it airborne? 'I thought to myself as I helped a young, beautiful police officer with brown hair by letting her lean on my shoulder. I'm such a gentleman.

"If this is really an airborne thing, Gye Yong is also in danger. The first victim was his fiancée, so I'm sure she had contact with him," I pondered to myself.

'But I can't just leave this place. I mean, I technically could, but there are security cameras everywhere. It would look suspicious if I start running around like some kind of ninja,' I sighed, realizing my limited options.

It's not that I don't want to help her, but upon reflection, she would be dead already if this virus was airborne. All I can do is pray for her safety.

Seeing that over thinking wouldn't solve anything, I decided to get some sleep. I had already used my passive skills, and all my options seemed to make me stand out, except for one: stay calm and wait for the situation to settle down.

If they didn't let us out after a day, that's when I would plan my escape. After all, it would be quite normal for someone to act that way under all this stress.

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

[Mission Success + 2 Skill points]

The notifications continued to ring in my ear, but I chose to ignore them and drifted off to sleep.

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Outside the police station, the scene was tense and heavily secured. Multiple military personnel were stationed around the area, ensuring that no one could enter the premises. People in white hazmat suits were also present, indicating a potentially dangerous situation. Even the press was denied access to the site.

According to reports, a gas leak had been detected, and there was a significant threat of an explosion. The authorities were taking no chances, and their priority was clearly to keep everyone safe by restricting access to the area until the situation could be fully assessed and resolved. MVLeMpYr-the-story-platform

But this was just a cover up

Inside the hidden Control Center in the simple military van, Kanon and Michael were engaged in a heated debate.

Kanon, frustrated and worried about her friend Yumi, pleaded with her superior, "Michael, we need to help those people. We have doctors fully equipped; they won't get infected."

Michael, however, remained resolute, shaking his head.

"We can't do that," he insisted.

"Why not? What's the harm in helping them?"Kanon was bewildered

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"You don't get it. What's happening to them is a nerve attack, not just a virus. No amount of medicine can save them, even if we tried."

Kanon's eyes widened, her voice trembling with disbelief as she confronted Michael's logic.

"You can't seriously be suggesting that we just stand by and let all those people die," she asked, her hands gesturing toward the police building.

"We can't do anything now , but just minimize the impact ." He replied.

"They're out there, scared and suffering, and you're saying we should do nothing?" Kanon's frustration and concern were visible, her emotions laid bare for Michael to see.

"Kanon, this is just a part of our job," he stated with a firm tone, his gaze fixed on the control center's equipment monitor.

"You're going to encounter situations like this in the future. You'll need to increase your tolerance for deaths" His words, though practical, seemed devoid of empathy, further intensifying the conflict between their contrasting perspectives on the situation.

"Do you guys always hide things instead of helping?" Her voice carried a heavy sense of disappointment. She was beginning to doubt her choice to join CEREBRUM, an organization she had believed was dedicated to protecting people.

Now, it seemed like they were more interested in keeping the truth hidden from the public. She was struggling to reconcile this with her values.

'This is too mess up,' she felt guilty and frustrated  because of all this unnecessary deaths.